Copper 

     A couple placed their “ to go box” at her feet whilst she’d play and moved along.

Etched into the Styrofoam top was the message “this is for a bum.”

 Scoundrel comes by talking up a train track party.

He’s the one who always makes the rounds.

As Amusia was packing up her journal this poem fell out never to be found.

 

Before we part my “Copper” love I wanna tattoo your teeth on my body.

Look you deep into those big eyes and tell of how I love you.

Oh, the next time we meet my doodling doll we ought to roll in the dirt ’till we’re muddy.

Playfully passionate all through the night ’till exhaustion makes us matching spoons.

 

Her insecurities were relentless the moment she stepped over the tracks.

Someone asked her to play a song , said they’d call her up when “Loadstar’s” done,

but, how can she follow a whole band that she had a huge crush on?

She said she had to run , to busk for tomorrow’s lunch.

Funny it didn’t bother her to play for drunks.

 

She sat on the train wall and sang.